Dave Petrovic - Swag It Up lyrics

[Intro:] Ch-yeah You want the old school Kers back? Ask and you shall receive Look [Verse 1:] I got my chains on and now I'm swagging on 'em Yelling "C-Town", someone bring the bagging for 'em Ain't need a zipper, I've never switched up I've seen the c*nts, you thinking tough? Just stop and b**h up But I ain't say sh**, I ain't giving fame out The lion off the leash, why would I get tame now? I'm in designer, rolling up to airports At the start, we used to walk, they be like "they're poor" I walk in motivation, always got my motor racing King of rap, I own the nation, sickest doctors overweight and I'm like a coma patient, walking with a big cup She ask me for my autograph, I signed it, saying "sick c*nt" This that good sh**, Kerser in the limousine They f**ing dreaming, thinking they could ever finish me I'm number one, yeah, I heard it, you know I keep dropping CD's 'cause they're certainly dope, get it? I'ma shine, I don't care how they feel In ten years, you look back, like "you ran it for real?" I mean, I show you how to stack cash off this rap sh** I show you how to do it proper with no wack sh** [Interlude 1:] I show you how to do it proper with no wack sh** I show you how to do it proper [Verse 2:] Pay homage, I'm the first without the media To dominate this sh** and take what they was feeding ya The one and only, I'm the man, my bars will never stop I'm getting paper everyday, I'm like a letterbox Oh, you don't like that, like how I write that Got me swaggie something else, I cause a time lapse I got these bars, I ain't stopping for a f**ing hook You telling stories, probably read 'em from a f**ing book I remember c*nts getting rushed for ten bucks I lit my spliff like "f**, will he get up?" (you know) This is old school Kers, what you been waiting for My old fans are like "sh** man, he's back as raw" Smoking up and sipping cups man, this the usual Kerser one can put the fun into your funeral I'ma piss on what you drop, just like a urinal I tell a b**h "my name is Kers, don't call me beautiful" You dancing 'round on stage, your sh** looks like a musical Our sh** is raw, we rock a show and bring the crew for you I've been celebrating, 'bout to hit the road again I blew up years ago, I guess that I'm exploding then I've never been a b**h boy, I've never been a dick ride Watching half the f*ggots seen, all they do is switch sides I'm with the same side I've been since the team kid Jumping on a hater's head our version of a remix [Interlude 2:] Jumping on a hater is our version of a remix Jumping on a hater [Verse 3:] ABK, I swear you ain't seen the half of us The other half you haven't seen, they keep masking up They pumping jobs, now I'll send 'em to the ARIAs Tell em "shoot it up" okay, I took it far enough Now, these rappers think they're bouncing again The sh** you tryin' to do what I done in 2010 It just won't happen again, I'm that one of a kind The blueprint that I designed can't be done again, alright? Spitting rhymes and they turn into a paycheck So fresh, I don't ask, they just say yes Been around a long time at the top spot c*nts dropping dead, my music like a f**ing hotshot (Kerser) [Interlude 3:] c*nts dropping dead my music like a f**ing hotshot c*nts dropping dead my music-c*nts dropping d-dead